Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.